She is ice
And he is fire
She is an angel
And him a devil
She's often seen sitting
On a park bench
Dressed immaculately; rich
With her nose stuck in a book
Whereas he's often seen lounging
At a squalid pub
With a drink in hand
Smoke curling from his smirking lips
Both polar opposites,
Ying and yang.
Yet when together
They become one
Her Fire can thaw his ice
And his water tames her fire
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
She is ice
And he is fire
She is an angel
And him a devil
She's often seen sitting
On a park bench
Dressed immaculately; rich
With her nose stuck in a book
Whereas he's often seen lounging
At a squalid pub
With a drink in hand
Smoke curling from his smirking lips
Both polar opposites,
Ying and yang.
Yet when together
They become one
Her Fire can thaw his ice
And his water tames her fire
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